Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead. I'm way too uncreative to own something so magnificent. But I do own Kaitlin, Mickey, and any other OC/unexpected plot twist, so if you want to use them, please give credit in whatever setting you do!

"If you don't like it, then leave!"

"Fine."

"What?"

"I said fine. I'm leaving." I grabbed my backpack and stood up.

"Kait, wait, I didn't-" Mickey pleaded, grabbing my leg.

"Mean it? Yes, you did." I said coldly.

"Babe, please-"

"Don't you 'babe' me! You left those people to die, Mickey! If I hadn't intervened, they'd be dead." I snarled. I was fucking sick and tired of this. I could do better on my own.

"We have to think about ourselves!" He snapped, jumping up.

"Well, congratulations, asshole. Now all you have to worry about is you." I turned and slung the backpack over my shoulders and grabbed my bow and quiver. I fastened the quiver to my thigh and started walking.

"Kait, please, I can't survive without you." Mickey tried.

"Tough." I didn't even look back. I walked away from the light of the solar-rechargeable lamp and headed through the forest in the direction we'd come from. There was a cabin off the side of the road I could scout out.

I woke up, opening my eyes as I heard a faint noise.

"Shit!" I hissed and grabbed my bow, stringing an arrow and pointing it at the door. I'd heard footsteps outside in the hall. The cabin was empty, something I'd been grateful for last night, but apparently not anymore.

I slowly got to my feet, cautiously walking closer to the door. I winced when the aged wooden boards beneath my feet creaked and the footsteps paused. They started up and got closer to the door. I braced myself to face a hideous, grotesque face with rotted flesh hanging from it and between its teeth if they were still there.

Instead, the door banged open, and I was face-to-face with a man holding a crossbow. We stood silently for a few moments, dealing with our shock and assessing each other. He was the first to break the silence.

"Who're you?" He asked with a definite accent.

"I could ask you the same." I retorted, not lowering my weapon. Just because the world had ended, didn't mean that people had changed. There were still other monsters out there, wearing human disguises.

"I asked first." He said.

"I was here first." I argued. He hesitated, and then lowered his bow.

"Name's Daryl. Daryl Dixon." He said.

"Kaitlin Munroe." I replied, lowering my own weapon.

"Nice bow." I commented.

"You too. Know how to use it?" He nodded towards my slack arrow.

"I can shoot a bird through the eye out of the sky." I said confidently, if not a bit smugly.

"Not often I meet another human." He said.

"Me neither. Less often they're friendly." I nodded warily. I stepped back and grabbed my pack, shouldering it without removing my eyes from him. He stepped aside so I could leave the room. I waved for him to go first, still distrustful. He turned his back, and I followed him into the main room.

"Nice meetin' you, Daryl Dixon." I said as I headed for the door.

"You too, Kaitlin Munroe. Hope you don't get bit." He said.

"Me too." I answered honestly. And then I was gone.

Okay, so, first fanfic! I dunno how it's gonna go, but I'm just playing around with chapter length right now. This is about one and a third pages in Word. Yay! I'm a very flaky person when it comes to stories, so I don't know how long I'll keep writing this. I've heard that reviews are like an author's lifeblood, so I don't know about they would affect my will to write, but based on other A.N.'s, the more reviews the better!

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